Page 69 of Belong With Me

Chapter Twenty - Three

Sienna

“Woman, I’m going to have you coming on my dick so goddamn hard, you’ll feel me tomorrow,” Ryder growled at me as we got out of the car.

“Well”—I smiled as he rounded the hood—“that sounds like a challenge.”

“Challenge it ain’t, not when I’m with you, Sin.”

“Are you sure you’re up to it, cowboy?”

“Woman, you were made for me. The curves of your ass. The way you respond to my touch. I feel you staring at me when we’re alone. The sounds you make when you come undone on my tongue. I’m up to it all right.” He groaned as he opened the door, wrapped an arm around my waist and spun me around to pull my ass against him. Sure enough, there was a lot of him that was definitely up for a challenge.

“You sure recovered quickly.”

“My need for you will never be satiated, Sienna. Never.” I wiggled against him, and he nipped my lobe.

“Enough, or I’m going to bend you over the couch.” The tip of his tongue ran up the shell of my ear, and my pulse coursed through me in response. “Or lay you on the dining room table and eat my fill of you again.”

“Again?” I asked.

“Damn right again, I ain’t ever tasted a pussy so delicious in my entire fucking life.” I shivered in anticipation at his dirty words.

I’ve never been with anyone who talked the way he did. The way his words flamed my desire almost to an inferno was something I was quickly realizing I loved.

“Well, I suppose you better do something about it, cowboy.” I turned in his arms and rubbed my hand over the bulge that was barely contained in his jeans. “I don’t just get wet with words, you know.”

He growled before bending and picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder and hauling ass up the stairs to his room. He dropped me on the bed, and instantly his lips were on me. He showered kisses over me, over the fabric of my shirt and then my jeans. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed him.

“I need you inside me,” I groaned as I kicked my flats off, hearing them fall to the ground somewhere beside the bed. My hands pushed at his jeans to try and hurry him.

“I’m not going to be gentle here. I can’t with you.” He shrugged off his shirt and I pushed my jeans and underwear off as quickly as I could. They’d only reached my knees before he was tugging at the fabric, and quickly they were on the floor.

“I don’t give a damn, there’s time for gentle later.” A mewl escaped my lips as his palm cupped my breast. “I want you, so damn much.”

“Fuck.” He paused in our crazed undressing to take my cheeks in his hands, and pressed a quick, hard and hungry kiss to my lips. “Have I told you how perfect you are?”

His words hit me deep. I’d never been told I was perfect before. Never. My heart swelled at the compliment. Did he mean it? Or was it the emotions playing with us in this heated situation. At that moment, I didn’t care. I hadn’t lied when I told him that I wanted him.

His hands started working my buttons on the shirt I was wearing, and I palmed him, still aware that he’d only removed his shirt, while I was half naked. I caught his eye as I wrapped my hand around him, working it up and down. “I want to ride you, Ryder.” His eyes closed for a moment as he took in what I just told him. But I was impatient. I wanted an answer. “Do you want that? Hmm?”

“Yes, I want that,” he moaned as I slipped my hand inside the band of his jeans. “I want to see the way you orgasm on me. I want to see the pleasure you give yourself as you bounce on my cock. I want all of it.”

“Then take these goddamn jeans off and fuck me already!” I ordered him.

Suddenly, he stopped, and I insistently pushed at the pants he was still wearing. He stepped out of them but did not attempt to return to me, instead remaining where he stood.

“Are you sure you want this? This isn’t just the alcohol talking, is it?” He seemed worried. I needed to reassure him that I was 100 percent on board with this.

Leaning forward, I rested my hand on his naked chest. “Not a chance.” I knelt on the bed before him and kissed him again. “This is purely me. I want this. I want you.”

He nodded, believing my words and finally he stood before me with his jeans and boots off. The man was gloriously naked. With predatory grace, he picked me up and spun us on the spot, seating himself on the edge of the bed. “Bedside cabinet. Second drawer,” he told me.

I opened it obediently. There was a box of condoms sitting there and on closer inspection I saw they were magnums. Thank God he was thinking, since I certainly wasn’t. Quickly I grabbed one. “Put it on me,” he ordered, but he needn’t have bothered considering I was already ripping open the foil packet. Once the condom was on, I straddled him, lining him up with my entrance.

His eyes locked on mine as he held my chin tight. “I’m in control here, Sin. Me, not you. Remember that.” I lowered myself a little more and he rested against me. “You feel that?” His hips pressed up higher. “That’s me. I’m going to claim you, woman. I’m going to be so goddamn deep inside you.”

I sank down slowly onto him, stopping his words, and watching him as his eyes closed and his head rolled back to look at the ceiling. “Jesus, Sin. You’re so goddamn tight.” I began to move, rolling my hips. His hands found my waist and he pulled me down on top of him as he raised his hips to meet me.

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